Once we realise what's been done,
there's a period of unspeakable terror.
No one knows what to say.
Window shutters come down
and we rock in the dark,
unsure how to breathe,
cry, buy apples,
get out of bed.
But automation is God:
shock acclimatizes, with a deep breath
we turn and the bed is made,
strewn with apples and tears.
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